Quotes About Endearment

I shall do what I can to make some provision that I might see you again, and Tessa again. For you are half my heart, and she is the other. As long as I have one of you to be my north star, my heart shall not die, and I shall remain your James Carstairs.

I love you," he said. "I don't say it often enough. I love you.

I have such great love for you, little one. Such great love.

I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.

It must sound, I know, as if I had no pity for him; it wasn't true. I was angry because I was terrified. But there are times when a curse is more bracing than an endearment.

My nickname is Deb for people who really know me. But the only real nickname I've ever had was, my dad used to call me 'Ace.'

I think it was Dad who gave me my nickname 'Katy Custard,' recognising my deep, positive and lasting relationship with it.

My first nephew, he couldn't say Auntie Nicole, so he called me Coco. So ever since then, everyone's called me 'Coco.'

There are people I haven't seen for a year and we will do a show or something and when we hang out it'll be this instant endearment. I'm like, 'Our lives, the cosmos, are intersecting, and this will bring us closer together again. I have no doubt.'

Te quiero -añadió él-. ¿Sabes cuánto te quiero? Más que todos los peces del mar juntos y hasta más lejos que la luna. Lo sé.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

But tonight, she embraced the truth. She loved. Had always loved, would always love.

I'm walking out now into the soft light, the cooling him of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and still many more, so very many tomorrows.

She was my darling: difficult, morose - But still my darling.

You were the only one, Andre. It's always been you.

I love you, lirsha

I have loved you all my life!

Mocho was a Spanish word that meant maimed or referred to something that had been lopped off like a stump. To call Homer el mocho was, essentially, to call him "Stumpy" or "the maimed one." It doesn't sound particularly flattering, but among Spanish speakers the giving of nicknames is tantamount to a declaration of love. Things that would sound insulting outright in English were tokens of deep affection when said in Spanish.

While an Edwardian dandy might have wooed his dimpled darling with lovey-dovey terms of endearment, a modern Romeo might use a more contemporary line in flattery: 'Bae, you is one cool, sick, mean bitch.

In one letter that he had written to her then he had said: Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

He used to call her Poppens out of fun.

We're going to call him Mr. Adorable. No, we're going to call him Snuggs

He was my light, my heart, my beautiful scalawag. And I was—I am—his GG.

I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats, Gaby said.